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I'm On Fire
Mike WiLL Made-It
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This one is featuring Big K.R.I.T
And I got Mike Will in the house right now
This is produced by Mike Will
And I just started working on the album, the real album
It's called "Lunaversal"
And this nigga right here, played me so many goddamn
Great ass tracks so, I appreciate this man
Definitely on the move, he going to
I already told him man, if you ain't a millionaire yet
You about to be a millionaire, trust me
So let's run this right here
This is Ludacris featuring Big K.R.I.T
"I'm on Fire" produced by Mike Will, let's run it
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Look, I make my own decisions, learn from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef, but don't know what's at stake
I started out with nothin', just a dream and some hope
I fiend for riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my beanbags
I went from spin the bottle, to kiss the model
To three more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows
I heard it's a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car I'ma drive
Rolls Royce Phantom? Maybe the gold Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back
This ain't no 760, bitch this a Alpina
Custom kits, chrome lips as deep as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they don't know English
No matter what language they speak they all know Denglish
Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'
And don't you understand with the world in my hand
If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)
Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'
And don't you understand with the world in my hand
If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)
Now as the world turns, spinnin' on it's axis
My dick be brushin' women's lips like chapstick
Brr, they say it's cold on the outside
So like a dentist, I'm just tryna keep they mouth wide
Reminiscin' on my days on the Southside
I made Nene leak and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Housewives
From eatin' canned tuna to shoe deals with Puma
From women sayin', "Hey Chris" to "Goddamn Luda!"
From playin' slap box to making the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors all swear I'm slangin' crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian when I'm blazin'
Cause that purple's on my chest like I'm playin' for the Ravens
Cadillac DeVille still rollin' 'til the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof top, wood grain wheel
I signed for millions, y'all will never get the same deal
Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'
And don't you understand with the world in my hand
If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)
Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'
And don't you understand with the world in my hand
If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)
I got a candy coated fetish, ho don't you forget it
For a b-b-b-bitch let me wet it
It's that K-R-I-T stay beside me, we can go get this dough
Let me in your mind if you show me you down
I promise I won't let you go
I got an old school and that bass beat
If it ain't on chrome then it ain't me
And my mouthpiece colder than an AC
So call me Father of Winter in the peak of Summer I spit December
Breakin' backs 'til they crack and limber
If that's yo' bitch, she can't remember
I give her wood, she holler timber
In the paint, I play the center, of attention
Can't hear the vision of a playa with a pimpin'
With intentions to be richer, well I hate you missed it
Back again, one more time with them fuck niggas
And them thoroughbred that won't fuck with 'em
And hang on cause I stuck with 'em
I ain't got time to waste ho
Didn't have shit now I make more than I can barely count
I keep a thoroughbred shakin' what the good Lord gave her
Your chick ass barely bounce
We still live from the underground
Ain't nothin' changed in me
I put it down for the south and I'm outta
Everything these lame niggas claim to be
Young K.R.I.T
Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'
And don't you understand with the world in my hand
If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)
Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'
And don't you understand with the world in my hand
If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)
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